The two screws on the back of this new phone open up an easy-to-repair portal
Scott Kramer
I’ve been klutzy. As my iPhone slipped out of my hand one day, there was about one second to feel the gamut of fear, shock, remorse, self-blame and anger. Then I heard a shattering sound on the cement below, which translated in my head to a cash register ringing. Can’t remember exactly what I paid to replace the screen, but it was north of $100. And I remember thinking I got away easy, after…

